Your existence is sacred to me—deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced. Unintentionally, I’ve placed you in the most profound corner of my soul, a space untouched by the outside world, unreachable even by my own external self.

The Boundless Potential of Youth Contrasted With The Unyielding Passage Of Time

I was filled with joy to see the love and passion that existed between you and your partner. However, my happiness was short-lived as tears

The Prodigal is a long poem, about 100 pages long, divided into eighteen segments of carefree verse for no discernible reason. Exile is a ce

The Master said, "Riches and honors are what men desire. If they cannot be obtained in the proper way, they should not be held. Poverty and

I have pressed your letter again and again to my lips, sweetest Helen — bathing it in tears of joy, or of a “divine despair”. But I — who...